I've loved my day today. Mostly.
The morning started off with Big Daddy having to go in to work for a couple of hours, which did not make me happy. But I got over it.
The girls came and got in bed with me around 7:30, and watched TV for awhile. But first, I had Tink and Poo put on their T-ball uniforms. One thing marked off the to-do list.
I got up about 8:00, and decided to be domestic and make muffins for breakfast. It's amazing how easy it is to wow everyone in the house just by making some muffins. Even BD was excited. I just used a very simple recipe from http://hillbillyhousewife.com (sorry my link is ugly), plopped peanut butter on some of them, and strawberry preserves on some others. Big hit.
We were on schedule to leave the house in plenty of time to get to the ball fields, but somehow we left just in the nick of time instead. But I got over it. And we got there five minutes later than scheduled, but ten minutes before the game started.
T-ball is a whole 'nother post. Moving on...
BD got paged just as the last game was over (he's on call this weekend) and so he left the field in his work truck. The girls and I went to the bank, and then to pick up a special lunch treat (Taco Hell/Pizza Hut) and came home.
After lunch, they rested while I typed (insurance transcription). I was so sleepy that I decided to go get in my bed, where Poo and Tink were watching TV. I flipped through the channels and found The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, which I LOVE. Wasn't sure whether they would like it or not, but they were enthralled! Alternately crying and cheering, we watched almost the entire movie. BD came in from work and watched the end of it with us.
The girls don't usually watch so much television in one day, but it's been mostly quality programming, and no commercials. Plus, I needed the peace. They're currently in my bed watching The Incredibles after eating hot ham and cheese sandwiches (also in my bed). They took turns taking their showers, I didn't have to yell at anyone, and all is good.
Boring but good.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
I've loved my day today. Mostly.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
To my darling Tinkerbell,
You are five years old.
You are supposed to pee in the toilet, no matter what your circumstances.
If you are in time-out, you should ask to go to the toilet.
You will always be allowed to go the toilet, no matter what.
If you choose to pee in your clothes, I can not stop you.
What I can do is put you in a pull-up until I am sure that you are big enough to pee in the toilet.
I am sorry that I yelled, but I do not apologize for spanking you.
You got a spanking because you walked around the house in wet pants, and did not tell anyone that you had peed on yourself.
You had to wait in the laundry room, because you are not allowed to sit on furniture or carpet in wet clothes.
You will take a shower and put on your pajamas, including a pull-up, now.
I still love you very much.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I am so about to break up with this show. The writers are ridiculous, and there is seriously not one single relationship that I can get on board with right now.
I've just read the recaps for the last two weeks because actually watching the show makes me mad. The Zach and Dixie thing is still gagging me.
I loved Kendall and Zach. Loved them. Loved them. And they got to be happy for what, 8 days? Ridiculous. And are the writers so retarded that they can't come up with anything else for Kendall, but to keep running back to Ryan? They are SO not a super couple. He bites his lips too much to be part of a super couple.
I don't love Babe and JR, but even with them, the stupid-ass writers have them fall back in love, and then 36 hours later trouble is a brewin' again. This has happened like four times. No imagination. Do they not know how to write stories about happy people?
But, can someone tell me what's going on with Jamie and Julia? Because the recaps are not clear, but I imagine that they've already HAD THEM BREAK UP, because that's the frickin' formula on AMC these days!
Feeling a little nostalgic tonight, partly about old music that is sort of obscure and very hard to find. Country, Christian, and so forth. For example?
Dave and Sugar. Sort of like a country Tony Orlando and Dawn. I saw them once as the opening act for Kenny Rogers. Shut up, yes I went to a Kenny Rogers concert. And enjoyed it. A lot. This is true.
DeGarmo and Key.
I have extremely varied taste in music. I like almost every kind of music, except for maybe very current Top 40 and opera, but I haven't been exposed to those very much, either.
You can not just download this stuff. Back in the old Napster days, you could find all this obscure sort of stuff, but these days? Not so much.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Seems like I bitch a lot. Oh well....
I have asked my girls to please let me know when one of our phones rings and I'm not in the room. Like if I've left my cell phone in the kitchen, and I'm in the bedroom. Or if I'm in the bedroom and the phone's in the living room. Hopefully you get the idea. They don't.
So here's how it goes.
When I'm sitting at my desk and my cell phone is AT MY ELBOW, and it starts ringing, I get, "Mom, phone."
When I'm in the kitchen, and the phone is on the counter, and it starts ringing, I get, "Mommy, the phone's ringing."
When I'm in the bathroom, and the bedroom phone rings RIGHT NEXT TO THEIR HEADS, I get NOTHING!
So, to recap, if we're in a room together and the phone is two feet away from me, they notify me EVERY TIME. But if they're in a room with a phone, and I'm on the other side of the house, NO NOTIFICATION.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
I'm not posting as much as I thought I would, but continue to hope that I'll get inspired and rock the blog. In the meantime, I'm just going to whine. So here are some lovely bullets:
- I don't know how to do anything in Blogger except post, and I'm too scared to try and figure it out. Including making fricking bullets.
- Bear keeps peeing in his kennel, which really grosses me out and makes me mad. Contrary to popular opinion, I do not like being mad. Especially at people and dogs that I love.
- Pooh (6-year-old) keeps on lying. And I'm tired of giving people consequences.
- Scooter (3-year-old) keeps on crying and throwing fits. Typical, you say? Well, I still hate it.
- We're broke.
- Big Daddy's aunt sent us $100, which really blessed us, but I feel a little embarrassed that people know what a hard time we're having. So not so much a whine as an I don't know what.
- We have two girls playing T-ball on two different teams, and literally have something scheduled for every night of the week.